out of sight (feat. 2 Chainz)

(Run Run) Here come the menaces to sobriety, like what what

Superthuggers thumpin' on the cut

Ru-Ru-Run my motherfuckin' Uzi weighs a ton

Hit the drum till you hear it go pa rum pum pum pum

(Run Run) Piety just really isn't us, what a rush

See you cutting up a pie, that's my lunch

(Ru-Ru-Run)

Yo' motherfuckin' pockets when I come

It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son (Yeah)

Ever ready, baby boy of Bettie, moving extra heavy

Whippin' Chevy's gotta get it

Eat spaghetti with the mobsters

Vegan bitches, feed 'em dick

'Cause they don't eat no steak and lobster

Sosa was my hero, homie Tony's just a fuckin' hossa

(Out of sight) out of mind, out of touch, out of time

Man, I'll smoke a bogie backwards with thumb up like it's fine

(Run) Save yourself I say, selflessly divine

Leave me here to drown in glory, you're too good to cross that line

(Run Run) Tragic-al-ly struck down in my prime by the speed at which the bags are dropping

Shoulda watched the sky

You don't wanna live this life, it's really not sublime

I'm only doing what I want while hocking loogies at the swine

We the motivating, devastating, captivating

Ghost and Rae relating

Product of the fuckin' 80's, coke dealin' babies

Never regulating, bag accumulating

It would not be overstating to say they are underrating

The pride of Brooklyn and the Grady baby

We don't need no compliments or confidence

Our attitude and latitude is "Fuck you, pay me"

Next summer leather bombers, dookie ropes and smokin' indica

Ain't a team as mean and clean as J Meline and Michael Render, bruh

TV got no temperature, even if it did

Bitch we cool as penguin pussy on the polar cap peninsula

Colder than your baby momma heart when she find out you been fuckin' with that other broad and you ain't got that rent for her

I know you just about McFuckin' had it, our shit is just magic

Go figure the runts of the litter did it with out scammin'

Was frying in the fat of the land, now your man is mashin'

We back a the class and laughin' you raisin a hand and tattlin'

Mike shitted in your locker then left a note with a winky face

Meet us at three o'clock if you wanna do something tragic

We'll shrinky-dinky all of their yappin', it's automated

The gears of the rapper shredder want action and it'll have it (Out of sight)

You know I'm poppin', the product of fuckin' poverty

I'm cool as AC and you **** you just wannabes

I slide on tracks like home plate

Ride beats like road rage

Got a crib in like four states (Uh)

I get a text like, "Stay safe"

Text back, "I miss that pussy"

"Be home soon" and "I can't wait"

I came from a dream, triple beam and some great tape

Assistant went shoppin' put my bags in the 88

Hello Mr. Big Face, the bank teller tryna get ranked

I buy a hot dog stand if I'm tryna be frank

Just left the hospital makin' sure my **** was straight

And sent bail, a couple dollars, till them give him a date

Toni (Out of sight)